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Currently 7:05pm, Tuesday, November 29th in Kuala Lumpur.

If you are ever in Kuala Lumpur, and are intending to travel onward to India, and have gone to the India High Commission (embassy) but missed the hours for the passport services, then go back the next day during the proper hours, have all your paperwork filled out completely, and have your three passport photos, pay for all the proper copies, then wait in line patiently, with the fees ready in ringgit, then come up to the man with the impressive white handlebar mustache, beware: he may fuck up your plans.

Or at least, he fucked up my plans.

I'm not really sure why. I heard him saying to other people that they could come pick up their passports on Friday. One was a cute girl, and another was a Swedish businessman. But when I got to the window, he said, "You know, it will take 3-4 days." I said, "That's fine, Friday, then." Then he saw that my intended arrival in India is January 3rd. I think this is when the bureaucratic instinct to reduce work for oneself kicked in. He said, "No, it is not possible. Wednesday at the earliest. You should apply for visa at your next destination." and pushed all my paperwork back to me.

I tried to discuss it, but he stonewalled me.

Luckily, I have enough time in other places to get the visa. But I'm pretty steamed. Smug little man in a small job.

I hope someone sneaks into his house and shaves off his mustache.

On a less aggravating note, my stomach is feeling stronger today, so I'll be trying out a few hawker stands on Jalan Alor, which is right near my guesthouse.


man...my peeps are bumming me out!
I'll get my dad on that right away.

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